5:06 pm . name
things i know aren't
worth fighting for,
my braveless hands
will let them go
one of these
windy days.

now i'm feeling the loneliness more than usual,
& i've never depended upon depending.
like small doses of affection
have got me thinking, wanting
i really don't believe this is fair
no, it doesn't seem fair.

they're crying on the radio
lamenting the loss of everything,
& everything seems there to be lost.

you can leave me in a line,
but i would never be
so cruel?

nostalgia . uncertainty